Western riding for me is a passion. But when I was younger I rode English with all my heart and soul. English was the only kind of riding I knew. I was constantly being told that I was a natural, I had a gift. Even though I had a few bad instructors along the way, I still rode. I didn't care what horse I was on or if they were big or small I just knew that I was riding and doing what I loved. When I was old enough to do horse shows, it opened a whole new door for me. Although I don’t do them anymore, they were fancy and interesting when I was 10, 11 and 12. When I turned 13 though, the reality hit me that wasting money on English riding lessons was pointless unless I showed. So in September I started riding and working at franks farm.
Riding at Frank’s gives me a sense of freedom and closeness to the horses. These horses work so hard and when I can ride them and make a difference in their skills it makes me happy. Last night I got a text message saying that my favorite horse Tank might get sold this weekend. I balled my eyes out for almost an hour. Soon though I came to my senses and thought; you know I’ve made a difference in this horse’s life and that’s what matters. Even though he might not be with me, he will find a good home. You can change a horse for the better and help them find a better life. I have realized this in more ways them one. I may not be able to buy Tank and save him but if someone else can, I know he will have a good life; even if I’m not the one providing it. Finding horses amazing homes and helping them on their way is awesome. Breaking the bonds that you and those horses have made is heart breaking though; and I am experiencing this loss and it totally sucks.
This picture of Tank and I my friend took while I was riding him. He may be a butt sometimes but he’s sweet and has a heart that is more forgiving than most humans, and I love him for that. I hope he stays with me.
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